Early morning on New Year’s Day, Roger was in no shape to drive.
He sensibly left his car in the pub’s parking lot and walked home. As he was weaving along, he was suddenly blinded by a strong flashlight.
“What are you doing out here at four o’clock in the morning?” asked the constable holding the flashlight.
“I’m on my way to a lecture,” answered Roger grumpily.
“And who on earth, in their right mind, is going to give a lecture at this time on New Year’s Day?” enquired the constable sarcastically.
“My wife,” slurred Daniel.